Adrift Lyrics

Burnt out and dreamless
Alone and unkempt
Entombed in bloodless flesh
Contorted in masculine pose
Talking in circles
Worked to the bone

Sleepless in the aisles
Drifting through a sea of false memories
(staring / haunting / wanting / drowning)
until I clock out
and realize I'm 30 years older
With no forward motion
decay marks the passage of time

And so it seems that this is all there is
Lost faces, stolen moments
But maybe I deserve this
Maybe I deserve this
Maybe I'm nothing but
the weight of my work
If I dig a little deeper
I might just be able to turn this around

Why do I believe compliance will save me?
None of this is real

See me through my own eyes